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The flag that I once planted as a king I abandoned |
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And now I reclaim this banner by God my sword and my name |
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In a truce sealed by blood within this metal skin and all that I own |
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Blood, bone, and courage in my veins and the heart that pumps it |
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Drink from the chalice and be reborn |
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And the land with me, it will change and transform |
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A fighting man sworn to the quest it is the doom of man that they forget |
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I have awoken the dragon and all around me the mist of his breath |
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Good and evil, there never is one without the other, his brother |
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Always there where I least expect it, it will burn me to cinders |
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The futures taken root in the present sun |
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Don't look into my heart, least of all your own |
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No man who is false can win in combat against the truth |
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When he lies he murders some part of the world, we must find what was lost |
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Hearth and home, wife and child were not for me, I was not yet done |
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I never knew how empty my soul was until it was refilled |
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Mad distemper strikes both beggars and Kings |
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The Necromancer's hard teachings of war and quest |
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I am given the right to bear arms and power to meet justice |
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I have lived through others for far too long, |
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And carried my guilt, my causes, my sins |
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I hope in the hereafter when I owe no more to the future |
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That I can be just a man |